Quote:Eheh. No worries. I'll have to actually write some of that stuff first before I expect people to remember about it.
Oh, yes. I'd forgotten about that, since you're pretty much the only exposure I've had to the show.
Now, milking an old gag for all its worth.
I was being glared at.
This, in and of itself, was not an unusual occurance.
I was being glared at by a Kruger. And while this wasn't Elm Street, I had a sinking suspicion that she could, in the right circumstances, be just as scary.
It was no news to me. The fact that she wasn't exactly a card carrying memeber of the Schrdinger fanclub, I mean.
To me, being mostly an unknown was a neccessity. For somebody dealing with the level of political manouvering that she did on a daily basis, any unknown was a problem. Not that I blamed her. Stressful business, politics.
The situation was such that few, if anyone at all, noticed this, though. They were all far too busy with the fleeing couple.
By that I meant Akane Soir, whose Meister ceremony this was supposed to be, and her boyfriend, who'd barged in on the proceedings declaring his undying love for her and that he'd given up his name and position to be with her ...
... all in favor of cheesy romantic gestures, that I am, but one couldn't help but wonder how they'd be able to support themselves ... eh. Futile wonderings of a mind that should be focused on something else.
Like the fact that Natsuki Kruger shifted her glare somewhat to the side.
I turned. Well, almost.
Before I could turn and look at whatever it was she was glaring at, my arm on that side was snagged and ...
"This is so romantic, isn't it?"
... y'know, somehow, Juliet could sound really, really creepy in the back of that syrupy sweet declaration.
She was also glomped onto my arm. In a rather public place.
Damn, but she was a good actress, though. If it weren't for me being somewhat empathic, I wouldn't have been able to tell she was growling in barely suppressed anger on the inside. Especially when she giggled.
I felt Kruger glare at me from across the room. Spared her a brief look.
"Play along," I could see her mouth.
What followed was, arguably, the longest two hours of my life. Combat time included.
And the only thing running through my head was: I just knew that the park thing would come back and bite us on the ass.
Okay, I'm feeling like I'm back in full, and having much fun with this again. More grim's on the way, but I felt the comedy would provide a counterpoint.
Ne?
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm